Green Island

Motherfuckin, ladies and gentlemanMy style’s rugged like TimberlandWhen I clock lyric then women give me more love than WimbledonMy style flow local like New Jersey transitAnd I can’t stand itAnd you’ll need Teddy to unjam it when I cram itI’m from N-to-the-EW-A-R-K, Newark NJ got the AKWhen I wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyyI’m a Kid From the HallI got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawersHey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring itMan I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shitI keep the chronic patrol on the roadin case you’re wondering why I keep my izmCause I smoked everybody else’s shit upMy style’s the ultimate funk when I mic checkaOne two checkaAnd I give effects to niggaz with my Black and DeckerSo check the, manuscript, man you flippedPut it down if you can’t handle itGot a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers College GraduateI got a degrees in Physics on how high I can getThen next I check how many niggaz that can die from my TecCause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin and stealinand fuckin niggaz everydayNow Jersey’s on max so pass the dutchie on the lefthand sideHide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my rideSo, sliiiide, before I call the medicsYou can bet bitch you couldn’t get fly if you were FedExCan I, drop the funk on ya, run it on yaStrong as ammonia, smell it from here to CaliforniaCause Reggie Noble dropped that cock named Noble at SunocoI’m better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to ochoMy music more underground than a kid at 300 XLConvertible, fuel-injected, that’s why my style’s well-respectedI’m dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealzAnd chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk funk

Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you third degreesand cause surgery for emergencycause Reggie Noble’s known like burglaryI get hot busted when I dip my nuggetsHey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just like Chuck didCause we run around Newark with the nine cockKeep it heated for the brothers that’s not off my blockAnd if ya don’t know the flavor, be a tough guy and enterSo go show you more nigga events than Jacob Jaffrey centerI’m genuine, to the rhyme, get your caninesCops that got the hot glock stocked for when it’s playtimeI rock around the Robin TWEET TWEET on the calendarCause you couldn’t pull my number if your class major was AlgebraI make bitches moan to my Stallone without SylvesterCause I’m more deadlier than a whole school system of investorsSo check us, I always smoke mad blunts before breakfastCause I, Get Around like 2Pac with Poetic in my JusticHold tight, hold tight, everybody hold tightI’m sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam packedI wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill BixbyYou could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my MP-60I smoke the chronic that’s why my sinus always fucked upThem bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked upI blaze blunts with my nigga Mellow, yo say hello(Yo whattup dogg?)Really, now pass the second blunt to Quilly

Now sit your big ass down cuz I don’t know about this rap stuffThere wasn’t rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin massaY’all y’all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwardsMan, y’all fuck around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo’ ass quickWatch out now, I ain’t bullshittinI representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G’s from forty-three goddamnitAnd if you keep on with that dirty mistreatinI’m gonna whoop your ass, til your heart stop beating

And yo, chronic bubonic the funky bionicyou find it I’ll have to rewind it where minds are blindedTime 4 Sum Aksion so time to find itI smoked out like a cookout, look out my dick’s outThat was last album when I was bouncin on trains like MalcolmI was hiiiiigh, I thought I wouldn’t surviveThat’s why I quit my nine to five and got liveBecause this hip-to-the-hop shit fills my pocketsAnd I’m Audi for ninety-four because I already got my propsHoes, hoes, and more hoes…